Why is it that when I wake up every morning without my alarm (meaning on days when I don’t need to wake up with my alarm because I have nothing to do) I freak out like I need to be somewhere and it takes me several long panicked moments for me to realize what day it is and that I don’t need to be anywhere at all? What a way to start every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday. Blargh.

Real Analysis sucks. And you can’t truly understand unless you’ve taken it. Or maybe unless you’ve had Biology at Bradley, then I would assume you understand the feeling. Who works on ONE proof from 2pm until 10:45pm+? You guessed it: This guy. And I still have one more to do.

All is not lost, however. Now I have something else to eat my time, as if guitar, AIM and video games were not enough: Facebook. It’s addicting.

Also, I sold my bass guitar today to my sister. What that means is that I am going to get a 12 string guitar to jam on. It’s going to be freakin awesome and I can’t wait. I also can’t wait to thrash some on the electric when I go home (this summer?). I love not being able to feel things the same way with my lift hand fingertips. Never have they been so pleasantly numb before.

The reason I questionably say summer for the home-going is that I hope to take a trip to NY and Vermont with Pat and Kali to visit my brother and hit some sweet powder (snow, not cocaine) over spring break. Snowboarding? On spring break? No, I am not crazy, at least not for this very statement. Thank you Augustana, and your brilliant trimester scheduling, for starting my spring break in February (most definitely not the first thing that I would associate with spring) and ending it in early March (still well before spring begins). Sometimes I wonder why all the Augustana billboards say “Augustana. Brilliant.” Personally, I think “Augustana. Deviant” is much more appropriate.

And yes, I am aware that amalgamous is not actually a word according to Webster. I don’t very much give a damn.